SLAB Culture

I’ve seen shiny cars painted the jewel colors of Kool-Aid with rims protruding far out from their tires like spiky medieval weapons. And on the back of their trunks was something that resembled a spare tire, but was proudly nonfunctional – really just a setting for yet another shiny rim, like automotive jewelry. It’s the kind of spare tire that King Tut might use in the afterlife.

Those cars weren’t art cars; they weren’t classic cars; and they weren’t lowriders. They were something else entirely.